I woke up, Kyle was curled up next to me. I looked over at my boy, his hair all mussed by sleep and the lovemaking that preceded it. His face looked so relaxed, he was so content in repose. Kyle had gotten so comfortable in being with me, and I was letting him sleep over more often than not. I stretched a bit, not enough to disturb him, but to let the muscles reach out. I looked back at his face, I was spending so much time with him in my bed that some of my other boys weren't getting my attention. I'd have to have Kyle sleep at his own place and call one of the others to get fucked. I couldn't let them think I had forgotten them, I had responsibilities to all my boys.
Kyle's hand moved up my chest. He was awake. Already having decided he wouldn't join me tonight, I had to come up with what I was going to do to him to keep him desiring me until I called on him again. "Horny, is my boy?" I asked him, giving him a side hug.
"Yes, Master." Kyle licked one of my nipples.
"Well, something else this morning. Out of bed."
"Grumph. Yes Master."
We both got out, Kyle reached over and hugged me. I quickly returned it and ordered "Bend over the bed." I moved his arms so he was over the bed braced up. He realized at once it was not a fucking postion.
"What are we doing Master?" Kyle twisted his head around to look at me puzzled.
"A little spanking." I rubbed my hand over his ass checks.
"Spanking? Have I been bad?"
"No, I just want to do it." His body tensed up, I could feel it. But he stayed in place. Good, he was accepting my will, even if he didn't know why. It was a whim of mine, but it was going to be a lesson for the boy.
I gave a not-to-hard slap to both cheeks. "Ow." Escaped Kyle's lips. I gave a soft, single laugh and repeated the strike. He was silent on the second one. I continued hitting his ass, never very hard, but enough that he felt it. It took a little longer to get his ass red than if I had been really going at it, but the idea wasn't to give him a hard spanking, but to make him feel it for a bit.
When my mild attack had given him a good warm red glow I stopped and rubbed his ass again.
"Master, I feel it." Kyle had strain in his voice.
"Good. I want you to feel it today. And tonight." I lifted him up and kissed him. "When you are home, in bed, alone."
His face fell, I knew that would disappoint him. But he took a breath and trying to look me in the eye and said "Yes, Master."
He accepted it. He had been learning when I decide something no amount of pleading would change my mind. "Good boy. Now scamper off home for your shower." I gave his ass a playful slap that elicited a yelp from him. I headed to my bathroom to brush my teeth and heard him slip on pants and head to his place.
I had showered and was at my computer starting my job when I saw him head to his. He glanced my way and I waved, getting a wave back. I concentrated on mundane matters for a few hours before texting Vince, telling him he could come over when he was free. I got Vince's reply as soon as his class wrapped up, he was headed right over after hitting his place for his gear. Vince is a college student, and I texted him part of the way through a class. He was also a pup. I was getting a new cup of coffee when he knocked on my door. I opened it to his smiling face. "Thanks so much Master!" He gave me a quick hug and disappeared into my bedroom. I returned to my computer. A few minutes later, Vince crawled out of my bedroom dog hood on, tail in, and sniffing around. He was now Skipper. I let him wander around.
As Skipper, Vince likes to be a pup, so he was perfect for having around the place. He would poke around, looking at things from his pup-eye view. Once he was sure he had seen and sniffed everything, he curled up not far from me, able to watch what I did. He lay there like a dog, and I admit I like the adoration he showed.
After a while, Skipper crawled to my kitchen and took a drink from the bowl of water I had put on the floor. He then returned, and I laughed under my breath as he turned around three times before laying down again. I continued my work as Skipper would spend a while laying there and sometimes getting up and looking around. Acting like a normal dog. He was loving it, as his hard dick showed.
The afternoon went on, and I mumbled under my breath that I was almost done for the day. Not long afterwards, Skipper got up to check things out again. But this time he didn't come back. I knew where he was, I didn't let on. Behind my back, he had crawled onto the couch.
When I got up, I turned around, putting mock anger into my voice I shouted "What are you doing on the couch?" I strode over as Skipper scrambled down. Grabbing his collar, I brought my hand down on his ass "I told you not to get on the couch." Skipper yelped, and his dick started to leak pre-cum. I landed a few more hits, "Skipper go to your corner, now!"
Skipper crawled to his corner and lay down, still watching me. I flipped on the TV to catch something streaming. After more than half an hour I looked over at him. "Boy want a bone?" He raised his head, cocking it to one side. "Come on boy, get your bone." A slightly higher register, like talking to a real dog. He headed toward me, rubber tail wagging back and forth. Little barks of joy coming from his throat.
Arriving between my legs, Skipper nuzzled and licked at my package through my pants. So enjoyable, watching his desperation to get at it. And it was stimulating. My dick grew, and he could feel it, making him struggle for his prize even more. I ran my hand over his face, opened my pants as he gave some little yips of canine excitement.
"Beg Skipper, beg for your bone." Like a good pup he got up on his haunches and bent his arms in a begging position. Little whines, and he wiggled his butt. "Get it, get your bone." Skipper gave a quick bark and dove to start licking up and down my big shaft. Long, dog-like licks, wetting my cock well. He gave some light bites, his trademark move. Not enough to hurt, since that would get him a serious beating, but a rare sensation. Up and down he gave the gentle bites, then moving his careful teeth to my balls. The contrast of his teeth and tongue almost set me wild, I opened my legs wider. Let him work, let him please me and make me feel good.
My prick was in his mouth now, feeling that warmth a mouth and throat alone can provide. It's more than a physical feeling, the wetness it's the mental feeling of penetrating, of having someone take it in, of servicing you. That's what the real sex is, much more than the physical contact, it's the mind part. The surrender that is different if it's a domination or equal partnership. The mind is the best part. The bodies are the instruments of sex. Real penetration is my will driving his actions.
Skipper was deepthroating me now, and working hard at it. I prefered to have hands work my balls and thighs, but he was a pup, so he was working like a pup. He would come off and lick my balls like a dog. He was well trained. As always when he sucked me, I like the little dog noises he made. A controlling hand on his head slowed him down. I wanted to savor this. The pup got my meaning right off and slowed, spending more time licking my shaft and head. I stretched out further, looking up at the ceiling. I knew Skipper's eyes were looking up at me, hoping I was pleased, but let him desire. I let my mind wonder, enjoying the service and the difference from Kyle's style. Damn, I was getting excellent head from Skipper and Kyle still popped into my head. I needed to shove thoughts of him aside. I needed to be in control, even in my own mind.
Nice long licks up shaft, letting me feel his tongue working, so much of his tongue. Getting me wet. I stayed hard, very hard. He was working so hard, I appreciated that, I liked it when my boys worked to make me happy. It made me feel right, and I knew he was in bliss. I let him worship my prick for a long time. It wasn't just my ability to hold back cum when I wanted to, it was my wish to get my cock worked on for a while, to enjoy it as a boy worked on it, and that's exactly what I was getting. I knew Skipper would go at my dick for a good, long time.
I do have good control, but Skipper wasn't making me exercise it. He had gotten the idea I wanted this to be a long, slow blow job. His tongue and those careful teeth worked on my prick and he would go as long as I wanted, no matter how long I wanted to go. And how long I wanted to go is as long as he would go.
It was well over an hour before I finally decided it was time to fuck him. I let my mind roll over the thought of it for a bit, feeling my dick get harder. Skipper had a great ass, and his oral attentions had not been wasted. I stirred, moving to remove the rubber tail he had in. I let my hand caress his ass, and the tail moved more as his sucking intensified. He knew what was going to happen, and he wanted my dick.
I was careful as I removed the tail, not wanting to cause damage, and I tossed it aside, bringing my prick out of his mouth. Skipper gave a whine, poor little pup no longer had a bone. I could have chuckled, but I was ready to go. I maneuvered him where I wanted, doggie style, of course. I lined up my dick with his hole and moved forward,entering him and feeling the warm softness of his chute grip my cock. I pushed in slow, savoring every instant. There is nothing that feels like a man's pussy opening up for my dick, a full surrender of the boy.
My pubes hit his ass, and I rested there, his growl telling me how much he had wanted this. I grabbed each cheek in a hand, eliciting a bark of pleasure. Pulling back brought a bark of sadness as he felt empty without me in him. I shifted my grip, to change it up. I pushed back in to my pleasure and his. Skipper was lost in his confusion of whether to bark, growl or whine. He chose each making sounds of pure joy. My cock was in pure joy as well. More fucking as I bent over his body, changing the angle of my entry, hitting more of his guts. Moving my hands up to his shoulders and pulling his entire body back on my rhythm. He was putty in my hands, letting out a howl. I loved it when he was so lost in my fucking him, he howled. It was an indication of how much he needed it.
I was enjoying this fuck. His ass worked my dick. He had always had such a talented ass, and always willing to hold it up for me. I was going into that space of dominant fucking that transcended everything. A boy beneath me, my dick hard and thrusting. It wasn't merely my dick that was fucking him, it was everything, bending him to my will. That was the best part, his will submitting to mine. I reached down and felt his chest, tweaking his nipples, laying my body on his, giving short, sharp thrusts into his body.
Skipper was almost shaking in his ecstasy. It was so great to make a boy lose so much control, to be so in charge of him that he lost everything but a desire for me. I lengthed my thrusts, feeling my cock penetrate him. My cock in him. Moving his body with my fucking. I was rising in my balls, I felt the cum boiling. I could hold back, but I didn't want to. I wanted to shoot in his guts, and I did. My orgasm triggering his.
We both collapsed, my weight on his, for a moment before I rolled to my back. Skipper moved to lick my deflating cock, and I breathed deep of the air. I scratched his head, bringing a contented whine from my pup. In a few minutes, I put his tail back in, then got back into my seat. Skipper curled himself up at my feet. He would be fine being a pup for a while, I need to think. Now that my carnal desires had been sated. Kyle had been doing very well accepting my rules. I needed to decide if it were time to introduce him to another one of my boys. Skipper would be a good choice. But I had decided Kyle was going to be home without me tonight. He needed some distance from me, a break. And I need to turn my attention to my other boys.
Skipper nuzzled my hand and licked it, looking up at me and giving a whine. I patted his head "I know boy, go on." He needed to get back to his regular life. Crawling back to my bedroom, he looked at me before he went through the door. It took a few minutes for Vince to appear dressed and with a satisfied look on his face. "Master, thank you so much, that was great."
"I enjoyed it too. Nice getting to have Skipper around. And I liked the new collar."
"A present from a new handler I found."
"Think this one is a keeper?" Vince had had a couple of handlers, none of which worked out. Most of them were only interested in sex, not actually letting his pup fetish go.
